Now that it’s officially Spring, here in the Cincinnati area (as well as many others I’m sure) we had a downfall of snow that equaled about an inch. We were quoted five inches, but only got about an inch. Typical, and I’m sure women everywhere understand.
I don’t know if that’s what caused my day of dread or if I caused it by my choices, but here’s how today went.
Jen and I ate lunch at Frisch’s. We got this waitress who will most likely be there until she dies, which at this rate probably won’t be too much longer. We’ve had her before many times and she just all around sucks. I bet at one time in her life she was a good waitress, but now she’s just going through the motions.
Today’s errors? I asked for a large to-go cup of unsweet tea with light ice. She immediately said back to me, “Large sweet tea.” I corrected her and she indeed brought me an unsweet tea. But it was in a regular to-go cup. With no lid. And full of ice. Why would I want a to-go glass if it’s going to be the same size as their regular glasses? Why would I want a to-go cup if I didn’t intend on taking it, you know, to-go?
Like with every server, I order a large drink to save them the time and effort. I drink a lot. Bring me a large or refill my regular cup many times. It’s up to you. I tried to help.
She pre-bused our table when it convenienced her. We also each asked for an extra side of tartar sauce, so she only brought one.
The best part about our experience? Their radio station played the same song while we were there, like 5 times. What song?
Play that on repeat while eating and see if it doesn’t induce vomiting.
The last thing our waitress got us over on was the bill. Somehow she rang up Jen’s meal as a dinner instead of what it is (there’s no dinner option on the menu for that meal) and it charged us a dollar more than what it should have. Jen was going to say something but I told her I would just take that dollar out of her tip. And that’s what I did.
Then, my stupid ass went to Walmart. I hate Walmart. The land of 1000 checkout lanes and one cashier. I had to load money onto my Walmart debit card, so I went to the money services and got in line. There were three women in front of me. I stood there for ten minutes until the one woman working that counter said to the lady she was helping that she would have to wait because the system locked her out and she couldn’t get back in it.
I left, pissed, and hoped that maybe my cashier at the register would know how to load money onto the card. It has been my experience that most of them do not know how to do it because why train your employees to do everything?
I went to find Jen and did some shopping with her for about fifteen minutes. We walked up to the registers and saw one open with about fifteen people waiting in line with full shopping carts, and the self checkout had a line of people waiting, so I just decided to go wait in the same line I had been in before. Jen went to look at something else.
I got there to discover there were now four more women in line, behind the original three I was behind, and the original three had not been helped yet. I turned to look at the one register open and shook my head. I was fucked no matter what.
FUCK I HATE WALMART.
As I was standing there in line, a woman walked by saying to someone with her that she just put all her stuff down cause she didn’t need it that fucking bad to wait in that fucking line. Amen, sister. But I had no choice, I had to pay a bill with my card and had to load the money. So I waited.
Finally a manager showed up and took over and immediately the line started moving. And instead of staying and helping, the original lady behind the counter got her shit and left. Thanks for nothing.
Finally we paid for our stuff and got out of there, but the time spent in that Walmart could’ve been used doing something else. ANYTHING else. Cutting my own arm off with a butter knife. A plastic one. That time around, however, I spent twenty minutes in line. Overall, the three ladies in front of me originally spent around an hour in line.
Today basically sucked, but I blame myself. I should’ve known better. Frisch’s was probably going to piss me off, as it has done in the past, but I can’t help it. That location is just a couple blocks away from my house. And Walmart… I really do need a regular bank account so I don’t have to put money on my card at Walmart anymore. And if I do that, I may never go to Walmart again.